Raquel
By my estimation it took approximately seventeen minutes for me to complete the following sentence, “I think I’m starting to feel something.”
And feel something I did. Panic.
“I think I’m too high. I think I took too much and my heart is going to explode. Can you guys hear my heart? It’s beating super loud right? Am I talking loud?” I asked, fairly sure those words could very well be my last.
I couldn’t tell if the boys were trying not to laugh or if the look on their faces was one of concern. It was probably concern. They probably knew I was about to die of a m*******a overdose, and they didn’t have the heart to tell me.
“Raquel, honey,” Orion said, sweetly. His words momentarily anchoring me back to reality.
“Hmmmm?” I answered.
“You’re gonna be okay, you’re just high for
